Ohh, Kohri no Mamono. How I do love you. How I do love Twoo Wub of the Racish variety-- those pure-hearted semes swearing to protect their pure-hearted ukes. We are all pure-hearted here, even when we're traitors who sell out our friends (oh vol 11, you are my joy and delight. You press all my betrayal buttons. You blatantly milk the erotesis that ( Read more... )

Haven't listened to my music since I got the new computer 20 months ago, because I can't turn the sounds off on Addiction solitaire, which is what I play now instead of Yukon solitaire. (Resolutions, you know-- this beast is too big for Yukon, alas.) Missed it; listening to music and playing Yukon solitaire got me through many a writer's block. ( Read more... )

Happy birthday, incandescens!

Picked up a book at a yard sale Saturday, In My Father's Court by Isaac Bashevis Singer, on account of never having read any Singer. Owner's name is scrawled illegibly on the flyleaf. Owner's name is... I.B. Singer. Well well well. Go me with the signed copy ( Read more... )

There's an exhilarating sense of well-being that comes with waking on a two-(summer)-duvet morning with cool air blowing in from the window fan and one's pillows, bean-bags, bolsters, hwb, and terrycloth sheets forming a little furry animal's nest around you. All's well with the world, roll to the other side and slide back to sleep ( Read more... )

It's not hot, not really, but it's the humid mug that drains just as effectively as heat does, and makes me scratchy and uncomfortable and out of sorts. I didn't say, 'Well since I'm scratchy and uncomfortable and out of sorts anyway it can't hurt to read Tantei Aoneko 5' because I started reading it for other reasons; but Motoni Modoru does not ( Read more... )

( Cut for physical natter )

Spent something like five days wading through the 12K story with the regicide of Hou navel-gazing about his motives. Either the heat or the high level Japanese or both made the thing a midnight black slog. Not helped by the fact that the mass-murdering King of Hou is lovingly (and endlessly) recalled by his assassin as 'a clean man', a phrase that ( Read more... )

English

The Truth
Madara 1, 4&5

Japanese

Madara Blue 2
Moon Shadow, Shadow Ocean 1&2

I mean, it's 700 pages of Japanese plus various forays into other 12K novels, but it still doesn't feel like much.

Friday I discovered two of the translated Madara at BMV and polished them off yesterday. I don't know if Madara's really as dismissable as it comes across in English-- or to turn it around, if the resonances I sense in the later manga avatar are due entirely to Japanese scrim. The latter is a chronic anxiety of mine: 'there's less here than meets ( Read more... )

Ok. This is complicated. Pay close attention ( Read more... )